Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

it is hopeful

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13

no longer writing in the third person

i am quite illiterate on producing technology

IWGD

It Will Get Lighter

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Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.

It's dusk in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox. It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache. I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

Can I see

This is a website run by a narcissist who can't produce anything without the hope that it is seen and loved but can't act due to the fear of it being seen and hated. They immediately feel the need to ask Jack GPT to define whatever this feeling is in the hope that understanding it will mean control over it and control over it will mean that they can stop it.

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.